Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.